VIIEntering now through the tortured panes Deep pools frantic for light,Come images potent to all banes Cunning afoot in quickness of flight,Dancing around familiar ways of pain Now into the day, then into the night,Peering and peeping one's name Exposing untrodden paths & all well trodden in fright.

VIIIEach heart of hearts clad in black Swiftly steps the well-footed estate,(Oh, let us reel in the slack Lest Come! pass while we wait)Compassing each form by its lack Chaos forced binding in order to weigh.Shades of gray hanging on value's rack Each clamoring to be worn today.

IXGlittering across the never-ending lie The fleet-footed scurry to surviveEvermore denying, denying, denying The ever Present that must certainly arise.Heat portioned by time's cast die A clean cut space to revive --Instances of exquisite pain in stillness sigh Two edges once felt always to bear alive.

XLatticed degenerations in the wind Encompassing coals of desire,Cursed spirits given power by men Listing and fluttering in the mire,Once possessing without, ever possessed within Clasping hands in the midst of unseen fire,No doubt a soul fitly sent to begin A last meal on earth in unseemly attire.

XIAs the ill kept tarn glows bright Now bubbles up as the harvest below,Eddies of thick darkness pocking the sight Forcing the dank's ebb to flow ... (Ahh, Nevermore claims gleaner's rights Where Evermore once tickled the ears to sow)Winged creatures casting lots in the night Surfacing where each fears most to go.